Rapunzel surveyed her room. All the beautiful rubbish she had collected over the years was on one hand incredibly precious. Every single thing had a story, some romantic reason to be there, but, on the other hand, as much as it was beautiful, it was all a pile of meaningless crap, that had become a prison of sentimentality and a reason to be in the tower, shuffling it all around, searching for harmony.

So she set it all on fire and with her penknife and her catsuit she dived in to the moat. Something she had been contemplating forever. But nothing was more beautiful than freedom and she only realised this in this exact moment....